I sat in my chair awaiting for it. Since yesterday I saw her specifically give me the question with the word in it, she thought she was slick. When we were each discussing the questions we were given right before she came to my question the period was over. Then the day came came and it was up to my question. She started reading out the question and my spirit became uneasy. Then she said...it. Nigger, hard r. She flowed out of her mouth naturally without hesitation. She continued talking her voice sounding as though she was fullfilled. I was too stunned yo speak, the class continued and only one pale faced girl glanced at us only 4 black kids shunned to the back of the black. I was dizzy and a vision of me picking up cotton flashed through mine head. I came back and fixed my cotton cardigan.
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